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"God damn, that feels good," James groaned. "Oh, shit, Ellie. Oh, my fucking god, this is amazing."



I felt his ass clench, and I opened wide as James thrust himself down my  throat, erupting with hot, delicious cum. He thrust and shot a second  load that sprayed even deeper. I greedily swallowed all of it down.



"Shit, Ellie," James sighed. "You really are all grown up, aren't you?"



"Yes, sir," I said.



"And you know how to follow orders."



"Yes, sir. I do."



"Then lay your ass down on the bed."



James guided my body down. I was lying on my back. He took my ankles in  his hands and jerked my body toward him, until I was perched on the edge  of the bed, and he peeled off my drenched-wet panties and spread my  legs wide.



"That's a pretty little cunt you have," he grinned.



He kissed my pussy, his tongue spreading me open as his fingers probed  inside as a series of orgasms ricocheted through every ounce of my  being.



James grabbed my ankles again and spread me apart so wide I thought I  might break. He pinned me to the bed with all his weight, his naked body  pressing down hard on top of mine. My body was aching to be impaled by  his cock.



"Fuck me, Daddy!" I begged.



"You're a bad girl," he sneered. "It's time for Daddy to punish you."



"Yes, Daddy! Please, give me my punishment."



James pushed his hard, stiff cock against my cunt, attacking my pussy.



"Get the fuck in there," he growled at his own cock. "Damn, Ellie, you're too fucking tight."



"This is my first time," I admitted. "Please be gentle with me."



"You picked the wrong man if you wanted it gentle."



James forced himself savagely into my cunt, stretching me beyond all  possibility. I screamed as he drove deeper inside, filling me with his  thickness. My pussy had never felt anything like this. The fullness was  incredible. He thrust himself in and out, in and out, as I moaned and  wailed. It felt so good I couldn't stand it. I orgasmed again, the walls  of my cunt pulsating against James' cock as he rammed into me.



A ragged moan escaped James' lips when he exploded inside me. I felt his  seed drizzling the walls of my pussy as a feeling of unbelievable  satisfaction washed over my tired and spent body. James let his cock  linger inside of me a moment longer, then withdrew, his cum running from  my pussy and down my thigh.



"I never knew it could be so good," I murmured contentedly.



James wrapped his arms around mine, our naked bodies entwined and our  hearts beating in unison, as we drifted off to sleep in the master  bedroom of the family cabin.





VII.



Three months later, James and I were married. Six months after that, I  gave him the son he always wanted. We named our beautiful little boy  William, after my Paw Paw.



Our marital bliss was put on hold when the United States Army called  James back up for active duty. He re-deployed to the Middle East and was  gone for an entire year this time. He was serving overseas when our  second child, a little girl, was born.



I will never forget the look on James' face when he saw her for the  first time. The airport was bustling, with harried passengers rushing to  and from their flights. Paw Paw, Grandma and Izzie were each holding  edges of the WELCOME HOME banner I had painted for James' arrival.



"Here he comes!" Grandma exclaimed.



Tears of joy streamed down my face. I threw one arm around James' neck  as he twirled me in circles, just as he had following his first return  from Iraq. But this time I was being careful not to jostle the precious  little bundle held against my breast.                       
       
           


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"Meet Olivia," I said, pulling back the blanket to reveal her smiling face.



James choked back a sob.



"She has your eyes," he said.



He took Olivia in his hands and gently bounced her, as she erupted in  riotous giggles. Little William was trying to crawl up the tree trunks  of his daddy's legs. James rubbed his knuckles against his son's head,  the way he used to tease me when I was little. Handing Olivia back to  me, he scooped up his son, beaming with pride.



"Come on," he said, taking my hand in his. "Let's go home."





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The Fireman's Hot Little Brat

He bent me over his knee. "I'll teach you to run away from home."



Mason is a sexy firefighter with blue eyes and broad shoulders. When  he's not saving lives, he keeps a watchful eye over Chloe, his naive and  fertile college girl.



For months, little Chloe has been nursing a major crush on the man who  raised her. When Mason comes home burned and bruised after a long shift  battling fires, Chloe succumbs to her forbidden desire, and she kisses  Mason when he least expects it.



Chloe's kiss threatens to tear them apart ... until fate thrusts them  back together. Overcome by passion, Mason gives every inch of himself to  his little princess. Chloe's first time is unbearably hard and  deliciously deep, because Mason will stop at nothing to give her the  baby she craves.





I.



Oh my god, I can't believe I kissed my stepfather. I should have known it would be a terrible mistake.



I'm not talking about some innocent, little peck on the cheek, either. I  planted my lips right on his mouth, giving in to my forbidden  desire-something I swore I'd never do.



What a dumb idea.



I don't even know why I thought a man like Mason, my stepdad, would be  interested in someone like me. Someone a little too curvy. Someone a  little too-oh, I don't know-related by marriage.



Of course, the whole thing started innocently enough. I had good  intentions. Mason is a firefighter, and this morning he came dragging  through the front door, completely exhausted from a twenty-four-hour  shift.



I was watching TV when I heard the door open.



I looked up and my heart nearly broke when I saw him. He was limping  slightly, the hard-cut muscles of his chest filling his white T-shirt,  swelling heavily with every weary breath. Soot smudged one of his  cheekbones, and I saw nothing but sadness in his clear blue eyes.



"We lost today," he mumbled.



"We Lost" was Mason's way of saying that a fire victim had died on his  watch. Mason thought he should be able to save everyone. He demanded  that of himself-perfection. But in his line of work, it was impossible  to always be the first to arrive on the scene. Sometimes a home, or a  family, was beyond saving. The best that could be done was getting the  fire under control and preventing it from spreading to other homes in a  neighborhood, averting an even bigger catastrophe.



But you didn't tell Mason that, at least not when he was grieving.



I got up from the couch and met him by the front door, wrapping my arms  around his narrow waist, burying my face in the firm contours of his  chest, my perky breasts pushing into his hard abs. I breathed in his  familiar scent, like aftershave and sandalwood, and noted the additional  scent of soot that had permeated his skin. Despite taking a shower  before coming home, he had been unable to scrub off the unmistakable  odor of the home that had burned to the ground.



"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.



"No, Chloe. Not really," he said, his rough hands against the small of my back. "I'll be okay. I just need a minute to unwind."                       
       
           


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Mason gave my waist a gentle squeeze. When I returned the hug, the curve  of my hip pressed against his outer thigh, and he grimaced. With his  teeth clenched he inhaled suddenly as he broke our embrace.